Everyday at three fifteen you appear in my thoughts.
Routine urges me to reach out to you.
But by three sixteen I remember why I won’t,  
you aren’t worth my time.

never would i have guessed
that you and i would stay friends,
much less be friends.
you have shaped me into the woman i am today.
you’re a lovely soul
with a beautiful smile
and a warm heart.
we always joke,
cry,
and pig out on junk food together.
you’re my best friend.

you brought her along.
her gorgeous laugh,
wholesome smile and beautiful face.
no one understand each other more than us.
we are the three musketeers.
we are best friends who have been through the beat of times and the worst of times.
it’s us against the world.
the world is ours for the taking.
only you guys don’t want it...

please put down your weapons
and dismantle your armory.
this isn’t worth the war.
please forgive each other.
it’s both of your faults
but also neither.
you’re better than this.
please be better than this

It has been awhile
Since the last clash
I used to be just a child
And now that I can stop them
I choose to let the brash battles,
Like the ones at the bulge, push on

I'm not going to babysit adults
She stands and yells, he sits and antagonizes
It's aggravating and agonizing
They like to drop bombs
It's getting agitating to see such polar opposites
Fight
Especially over small things
Like the computer chair

Am I upset?
No, I don't think so.

I think the best way to describe how I feel towards you right now
is to buy a ******* useless vase, instead of adding it to the rest of your collection of useless stuff down in the basement, use it as a decoration, give it life and purpose and make a pretty flower grow in it, every now and then water it, clean the mess it makes, heck-- even take selfies with it. Next, I want you to unwillingly do the following:
put this vase on an ad on Craig's list, give it for free to someone who is on the same continuum of uselessness. Done? ok, now go break that ******* vase. What? You can't? It's not yours anymore? How does THAT feel? Do you feel upset? Angry? Confused? No, you feel helpless. Well now you know how your friendship feels like and what your friendship means. Not cool. We aren't cool. Don't make me break you, it won't fix you into becoming someone I need.

you make me mad,
out of mind,
you make me want
to lose my
**** over you, but
no thanks,
you aint **** anyways.